Monday, July 24, 2017

The Man With the Iron Face!

Triple digit temps here in the good 'ol midwest have been so outrageous the last few weeks, I was beginning to feel as if I was trapped in a sweat-soaked, Rudy Palais 5 page story! WTF am I talking about, you ask? Read it and weep-- the blood, sweat, and tears run excessively rampant in this one, folks! From the July 1952 issue of Witches Tales #12.









6 comments:

Brian Barnes said...

The story is nonsense, but it's irrelevant. Just page after page of great, gooey, dripping art. The story is nothing more than a means to put up fun image after image, and horror comics is the one place that can work.

The splash is just wonderful. I'm not even going to complain about the overly dark nature of this, because it works. Except maybe the outline of the body on the train car, which was a weird artistic choice!

What a great piece of work.

And Karswell, stop complaining, we all know global warming is a plot by Fredric Wertham! :)

glowworm2 said...

This is one messed up story. I like how Dr. Thor is insistent on taking a short cut home through the target range.

BTX said...

This reads like a superhero origin story gone horribly wrong,

Grant said...

Speaking of superhero stories, he's as fond of wordplay as some Batman villain, with "You've come to nothing!" and "I certainly made an impression!"

Mr. Cavin said...

Man that splash panel is great! I kinda wish Palais had put a little more effort into articulating the extraordinary visual potential of the delayed train trauma--unfolding irresistibly, sequentially--as this magic drug slowly wore off. I imagine incremental back-to-front concussion and crush ischaemia at the coffee shop, followed by a summary avulsion of the limbs in the car, before the final, eventual soggy abrasion of the whole ventral dermis due to the concussive forward explosion of blood and bodily fluids from every single pore, later, at the bank teller's window. Or wherever. C'mon Rudy, pick up the slack.

alanray said...

Poor Dr. Thor. The bullet wouldn't have crazed him if he'd used more frentonic acid...